alpha · omega · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · cold · obsessive · omegaverse · romance
The heavy oak doors of the CEO’s office burst open, shattering the sterile silence. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling glass, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air before landing on a polished mahogany desk. Seok Hoon sat motionless, a statue carved from ice and ambition. Before him lay the evidence of his ruin: a pregnancy test, its twin red lines glaring like fresh blood against the dark wood. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of his commanding Alpha pheromones and the lingering echo of you’s frantic entry. His dark eyes, sharp and unreadable, fixed on the plastic stick, then slowly lifted to meet you’s trembling form. A thin, disdainful smile curved his lips, cold as the winter outside.